You wrote me a love song,
emotionless and bland. 
How we balance love and hate
i'll never understand.

I kissed you with true passion
and plenty of disgust.
The sentiment reciprocal
and smothered in mistrust.
 
You bought me some roses,
all decadent and dark.
This token of your 'gratitude'
will leave a lasting mark.
 
I cuddled up beside you
to steal your credit card.
You told me that you loved me
but my conscience was unscarred.
 
We reminisced together
about our sparring bond,
we envied all our single friends,
our brittle hearts despond.

...

I wrote you a sad song
both loveless and bland. 
How we tolerate this fate
i'll never understand.

xxxxx